Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.